I would just like to point out something I forgot on the previous chapter…

When Jesus was crucified, the nails were put on his wrists and not on his palms; hence the stigmata appear on the wrists

Also, something else I forgot… I do not own anything. All familiar wrestling names and characters belong to WWE.

Thank you for reading my story…

Eddie walked back to the hotel with his long time friend Chris Benoit and Mark Callaway. After the interview they had joined the guys for bite and later for a quick drink. But Eddie being worried for Rey had left early. To his pleasant surprise Chris had come with him along with Mark, saying they were kind of tired, but the Latino Heat knew better. They were worried as well, at least Chris was. They walked to the hotel quietly each man lost in his own thoughts. Once in the hotel they found Dave Batista returning. Eddie didn't want to appear in Rey's room accompanied from such a large crowd. Besides he would be probably sleeping.

"I am going to go and check on Rey first. You go on ahead."

All four looked blankly back at him as he left them in a hurry.

The elevator doors were almost closed when a hand stopped them from shutting. Eddie had to force himself not to show his impatience, but he was happy to see Chris smirking and nodding his head as he entered.

"You should know me better by now."

"I was kind of hoping you would come." Eddie smiled back. He was glad Chris was with him in this moment of fear. He was happy to have his friend with him.

"It's nice having you back on Smackdown" he added as the doors closed.

A sharp sudden pain shot through him as he walked the corridors of the arena. It was an unexpected and harsh pain that shot through his body and ending to his head, making him see white spots dancing in front of his eyes.

Adam had just finished his match and was heading towards the locker room through crowded spaces when it happened. At first this pain made him halt and unconsciously he brought his hands to his temples. The second wave hit him before he had the time to register the first one… and it was more powerful. To him it felt like a knife being forced between his eyes. He reached his arm to grab something to hold onto as the dizziness immediately crept in and everything went black. He could still hear the sounds around him and feel someone's hands holding him before he fell on the ground. His knees felt like rubber but whoever was holding him was strong enough to hold his dead weight. The pain was constant behind his eyes and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't force his eyes to open. Tears stung them as white flashes zipped in front of him. They were like lightning in a storm. And Adam tried to calm himself, to get a grip. He heard John Cena's voice right beside him as well as Kurt's and Big Show's. There were many others that he couldn't make out but it didn't matter. Adam reached his hand and grasped a fabric, John's T-shirt maybe, trying to hold onto something.

The pain suddenly seemed to subside. He tried to calm himself down and even tried to open his pained eyes again when the last blow came. It felt like an axe striking his skull, splitting it in half. He heard a distant scream but realized it was his own. He was not holding onto John anymore. He was clutching tightly his own head, holding it together so it might not spit in a thousand pieces. A flash came again breaking the darkness; this time however it was followed by an image. A pentagram of blood stared him in the face; and it felt alive. Then one last time something that felt like lightning and thunder stroke and the image it brought was horrible. Rey was crucified. He was nailed to a cross in front of the pentagram, but he wasn't dead. He was alive, breathing and… laughing? No… no… he was both crying and laughing, he was happy and miserable, in pain and in bliss. Then all went pitch black again. All images were gone and the last thing he heard was something dripping on the floor and Rey's voice, broken, sad saying sobbing 'Let me die. Let me die. Let me die.'

When he managed to open his eyes, he was in a room. He had trouble focusing on his whereabouts but a soft familiar voice came from beside him to guide him safely to his sense.

"John" he mumbled recognizing him.

"I'm here man…"

Adam squinted his eyes and looked at him

"What happened?"

"I could ask you the same thing. We saw you fall. You were holding your head screaming in pain… man, what was that? Everybody's scared shitless. We were carrying you here to get checked from the doctor when you passed out cold. How do you feel now?"

"Fine I guess."

"What was that? Has it ever happened to you before?" Kurt sounded from a distance.

"I don't know. This sudden pain came over me and it was too much to handle. But it wasn't just the pain. It felt weird in a way"

"Weird? How?" John asked back.

"It felt… I don't know… desperate… hateful… evil…"

They said nothing for while trying to digest his words.

"Adam" John continued breaking the silence "before you passed out you screamed out Rey's name."

Then Adam remembered. The images, the flashes, the voice and somehow it brought tears to his eyes. A feeling of emergency took him over. He had to call Rey.

"What's wrong?" Kurt took a step closer.

Adam shot up from where he as lying but John's hand stopped him.

"It's Rey. Something's happened to him. I have to…" but the dizziness hadn't subsided completely. He was lowered gently back.

"Don't get up. Doc said you should lay here for a while before being driven back to the hotel."

"I have to talk to Rey" he said.

"He is in London, remember? It's pretty late over there. He is probably sleeping. Adam it was nothing."

But he was insisting.

"I have to talk to him now" he said angrily. Kurt handed to him his cell phone. Adam dialed Rey's number but despite the ringing, no one answered it. He hung up feeling a pinch of fear in his heart.

'Rey… where are you?' he thought as he laid back.

The knock on the door was very discreet. Chris Benoit looked at the Latino Heat and smirked.

"You suppose he heard that?"

Eddie looked back not really getting the point. Chris went on with his sarcasm.

"Eddie, I can't even hear the knock… and I'm standing right next to you. What do you think Rey's going to hear?" He leaned over the door giving it a big knock something less than a bang. Eddie cocked his eyebrows and waved his head.

"Discreet! I like it!" It was Eddie's time to be sarcastic.

They waited for a moment but hearing nothing, Eddie's turn came to knock. Again, nothing. He knew Rey was a heavy sleeper but this was ridiculous. Memories from their recent flight came to mind.

"Rey, it's me Eddie, homez, open the door… REY…" he was banging really hard.

"What if he is not in there?"

"No he came back to rest. He hadn't slept for some time and he was feeling terrible."

Dave Batista and Mark Callaway opened the doors of their rooms and walked over.

"What going on?" Mark's heavy voice echoed between the corridors.

"Rey is not answering."

"Maybe he is out… or sleeping."

"Well, if he is sleeping then why isn't he up? I mean, our voices and banging woke you up all the way across the corridor." Eddie made his point.

"I'll go see if I can find a key from the reception" Chris offered and left not waiting for an answer.

A few moments later he returned with the receptionist, a middle aged man holding a silver key. Immediately he opened the door but hesitated to enter, perhaps afraid of what he might find inside or maybe respecting the client's privacy, Eddie couldn't tell which one. Dave being closer to the door let himself in the dark room. He searched for the lights. With his fingers he felt the wall to his right, guessing the location of the switch.

And then there was light. He froze on the door, his breath escaping his lugs like he was punched. There was blood on the bed, on the clean white sheets, on the floor and some on the wall but Rey was not there. He stepped inside and looked frantically for any sign of him.

He didn't have to look longer. Eddie's cry made his blood freeze. He turned towards him and found the bathroom door open, the yellow glow of the light bulb distorting the colors, making the blood appear quite black… and thick.

But he was sure. What he saw, what they all saw was blood. And Rey was half on the ground, half leaning against the wall, in the middle of a pool of blood slowly dripping from his wrists. Eddie ran towards him, somewhere in the middle slipping on some blood. But he didn't care. He kneeled and carefully, slowly, like a father taking his newborn child in his arms for the first time, he took Rey in his arms gently supporting his head. Eddie's eyes blurred at this sight.

"Why… why Oscar?" he asked his voice breaking. "Why did you do it?"

Rey opened his eyes a little, and looked at him desperately. His hands rested on his lap. He had lost all feeling from his elbows down to his fingertips a long time ago. He had tried to crawl to the bathroom at one point, trying to stop the bleeding but he hadn't made it. His body had given up before reaching his final destination. He had just fallen on the floor exhausted from the loss of blood, the fear and the strain. His face covered in sweat and tears, his eyes red from the effort, everything mirrored an obscurity and a kind of desperation. As Eddie took him in his arms, he almost felt relieved. He rested his head against Eddie's chest and hearing the fast beating of his heart, he wanted to go to sleep. All feeling of pain was gone in an instant.

Mark as soon as he saw him left the room to call for an ambulance. Chris and Dave helped Eddie move Rey's body on the bed. Again Eddie didn't leave his side. He still held him closely, caressing his hair, kissing his head all the time whispering words of comfort.

Rey wanted to answer back and tell him that he hadn't done this to himself; that he hadn't tried to commit suicide like they thought, that something, someone else had done this to him. He turned his eyes upwards to meet Eddie's. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his voice was blocked, his neck closed like a firm hand was squeezing it shut.

"Rey don't talk" Dave pleaded. Rey saw him too kneeling close to the bed, Benoit right behind him. And he couldn't stop feeling ashamed. Again he tried to speak and this time a harsh moan came out. He didn't want to hear his friends telling him not to speak. He had to speak.

"Ed…die…"

"Please Oscar, don't talk. The ambulance will be here soon. Just hold on… hold on…"

Chris noticing all the blood around the room came to a hard conclusion.

"Damn…"

"What is it?" Dave asked back.

He was breathing fast, stress coming to the surface.

"Look at all the room… he has lost a lot of blood… A LOT OF BLOOD" and pointed at the bathroom. Dave realized he was right. Rey must have laid down on the tiled floor for a long time before they found him. They had to take him soon to the hospital before he bled to death.

Eddie was crying freely by now. Although he tried to sniff back the tears, he couldn't hold down the small sobs and the tremble of his hands. He gathered his strength and looked back at Rey deep in the eyes. He was trying to say something but either no voice came out or he was saying them real low. He hushed the others and brought his ear near Rey's mouth. Dave and Chris held their breaths waiting.

They didn't wait long. A few moments later they saw Eddie kissing Rey's forehead and lifting his head he looked at them in surprise and a mixture of fear and anger. His grip on Rey's body tensed up as he repeated he words he had just heard.

"He says he didn't do it"

They were taken aback. No matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't understand how it was possible.

"Who then?" Chris asked stepping closer to Eddie. "Eddie… the door was locked from the inside."

At that minute Mark returned to the room escorted by a couple of nurses. Immediately they put him on the stretcher and hurriedly carried him to the ambulance.

Silence fell in the room as the four men stood around the bed looking each other, except for Eddie. He was looking the bed, the blood that clung to his hair, his hands, his clothes, even his face.

"Let's go" Dave's voice cut the silence and they all followed him out.

Stay tuned soon for the next installment